In the middle of the day
You cross my mind
And your footprints are lasting
If I were known to feel
I might not hide it
I might embrace it
But what's in a reputation
If not repute and repetition

To break habit is difficult;
I've considered it,
Still I cannot

But can I speak in dreams?
Can I speak with soul?
And maybe when it's three in the morning
And we're both heavily weary
Can I call you
And tell you I love you
Or would the hour not excuse
The boldness of my honesty

To be vulnerable is difficult;
I've considered it,
Still I cannot